While most people were excited to sleep in the morning after a wonderfully exhausting prom, 13 students, including myself, and two teachers decided, instead, to throw themselves into their next adventure.
Not eight hours after the prom ended, two vans crammed with suitcases, backpacks, and tired, donut-munching students were already on their way to catch their plane to Lima, Peru.
A couple hours of morning traffic and around a 4,000-mile-long flight later, we finally stepped out of the plane into an overwhelmingly humid airport.
After everyone found their bags at baggage claim and exchanged their money to Peruvian currency, we tried making our way through crowds of tourists and taxi cab drivers. Outside, we met our guide for the week, Jessica.
We arrived to our first hotel around 2 am, and there was nothing left to do but fall straight into our beds, and set our alarms for another long, exciting day.
The next morning at breakfast was the first time I actually realized we were in Peru, so far away from anywhere I’ve ever been before.
Read the rest of student journalist Lilli Trompke’s story here: Meeting Machu Picchu
See more photos from the trip here.